Much like pineapples, I am hardcore. (thisgirliknow) wrote,
Much like pineapples, I am hardcore.

Odd dream:

Rob and I were going to some hotel, and we met Wendy there. It was very early in the morning. We all went back to sleep. The next day, I noticed that all my clothes were there, but Wendy's were not, so I deduced that she had left. Rob and I went walking around, and we ran into Leben Goldman with his [fictional] girlfriend. Then we saw Ray Bryan, David Nichols, Jennifer Terry, and other people who I had been in band with. Like, a ton of them. For whatever reason, Indira was with them too. We talked for a little while, and David Nichols was like, "I heard you went on a date with David Bradley, we were there when he told his mom."

Then Indira came back to the hotel room with Rob and I to hang out. On the way back, we stopped in the pool, and some bellhop or something asked what room we were in. It wasn't TECHNICALLY our room. I remember being glad that Wendy and Rob had the same last name. So we walked back to the room, and we discovered that there were like four entrances.

End of story. Pretty weird, huh. I'm surprised that I remembered that much, because that's the same amount I remembered an hour or two when I woke up.

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